Thursday, September 27, 2012

Make a Way...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, there is something I must tell you, and ask you.

Both my daughters had been kind and loving enough to help me through the crisis at the hospital. However, after arriving home, my daughter B, who lives closest to me, had been helping me tremendously.

Visiting daily, bringing with her homemade soup, stew and foods that I could easily access myself, was one thing I truly appreciated this week.

Yesterday, all this changed. B was involved in a ATV accident.

She spent all last evening until about 2:00 a.m. this morning at one hospital. Then, she had to attend a fracture clinic at the other hospital, here in Windsor, for 6:00 a.m.

In addition to a broken arm (in a cast), she also may require surgery on the rotator cuff of her other arm, is bruised everywhere on her body, and face, with two (2) black eyes and more.

Please, I am asking you to pray for B, for she needs healing and more. My heart is breaking, not only because of her injuries and pain, but also because she is the mom of five (5) children.

How she will manage, only God knows. And, to think that I am not even in any physical condition to help her, is terribly upsetting to me. Thank you, friend. May God bless you!

Yes, I've been praying for B, and will continue to pray that God will make a way where there seems to be no way.

Now, with regards to telling you about my stay at the hospital, when I left off, surgery was being arranged for me, so that the surgeon could repair a football-sized incarcerated hernia that was distressing my body.

P and B were with me, at the hospital. We were redirected to the surgical waiting area, where the surgical nurse discussed my situation with me and my daughters.

P spoke up during our discussions, reminding me that I had stopped breathing during a previous surgery. The nurse was shocked to hear I had awoken during surgery and tried to tell them I couldn't breathe, just as they realized through their equipment. She let me know that I wouldn't experience this, again.

Then, the surgeon came to speak with us.

He reminded us that the surgery was estimated to be about one and a half (1 1/2) hours in length and assured me that he would do everything in his power to repair the hernia without using mesh; qualifying his statement by stating that if he found he could not do this, he would indeed have to use mesh in the repair.

Then, looking at me directly, he patted my hand and told me something that made me feel much better. He told me that he is Catholic and that although some people (including some Catholics) don't believe that Catholics are Christian, he considers himself Christian.

Be still my heart!

Silently, I praised God and thanked Jesus that this angel sent from heaven would tell me this, to reassure me. Aloud, I thanked him and again apologized for the earlier discussions.

Shortly after midnight, making it then Sunday, September 16th, and after letting my daughters know I love them, and after they doing the same with me, I was wheeled into the operating room.

Whenever I think of God making a way where there seems to be no way, I can only think of Isaiah 43:19, "Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert."

Yes, I realize I have probably quoted this verse in the past, but I feel it is very fitting for today's entry. Not just because God made a way for me by providing a Christ-loving surgeon to be guided by Him, but also with respect to my daughter B, and the situation she has found herself in.